Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

Chapter 390: Chapter 218: Huh? Sweetheart, Did You Go Through the Right Door?

Faced with Lu Yuan’s fury, the Jinyi Guards didn’t dare utter a peep.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, the lead Jinyi Guard spoke. "Of course not, of course not. Lord Lu, you should get some rest. It’s getting late, so we won’t impose any further."

Lu Yuan waved his hand dismissively, saying nothing.

Seeing this, Zhao Qiao’Er stepped forward. "My, my, sirs. We’ve already prepared hot water for you. Aren’t you staying the night at the Zhao Mansion?"

The Jinyi Guard leader replied, "We appreciate the lady’s kind offer, but our horses and bags are still at the post station. We’ll join Lord Lu and escort him when he sets out for the Imperial Capital."

These Jinyi Guards were determined to stick with Lu Yuan and see him all the way to the Imperial Capital.

Zhao Qiao’Er was naturally delighted to hear that her dear nephew could stay in the Zhao Mansion a while longer.

A wide smile spread across Zhao Qiao’Er’s face. "Very well! Xiaocui’Er, see our guests out!"

"Yes, milady. This way, sirs." The Maid stepped forward and led the Jinyi Guards out.

Once the Jinyi Guards were gone, Zhao Qiao’Er plopped right down onto Lu Yuan’s lap and caressed his refined, scholarly face.

Zhao Qiao’Er asked, puzzled, "It’s one thing for a simple woman like me to be cautious, but my sweet darling, aren’t you afraid of them, acting like that?"

Now that they were alone in the reception hall, with no one else around, Zhao Qiao’Er finally dared to cast her decorum aside and sit so boldly on Lu Yuan’s lap.

Her wide hips and full bottom provided a thick, fleshy cushion, so it wasn’t a bony or uncomfortable seat.

Still, Zhao Qiao’Er’s weight was enough to make Lu Yuan’s thighs start to go numb.

Even just trying to bounce his leg felt a little strenuous!

Lu Yuan said, "Them? Their ranks are lower than mine, and in a Martial contest, they’re no match for me. They can’t do a thing to me."

But at that moment, Zhao Qiao’Er wasn’t focused on his words. Her attention was entirely on his body.

Having been ’thirsty’ for so long, Zhao Qiao’Er was like a ravenous wolf.

Zhao Qiao’Er raised an eyebrow. "My sweet darling’s chest muscles... they feel so firm!"

Not to be outdone, Lu Yuan retorted, "And you, Aunt Zhao, are very soft."

Zhao Qiao’Er leaned in closer, whispering in his ear, "As long as my sweet darling desires it... I’ll let you drink all the ’water’ you want."

She pressed her bosom against Lu Yuan’s chest, squeezing so hard he could barely breathe.

"Alright!"

Having said his piece, Lu Yuan bit down on Zhao Qiao’Er’s earlobe and began sucking on it.

Zhao Qiao’Er was very protective of her ears; not just anyone was allowed to touch them.

Normally, even if Song Meiqin so much as brushed against them, Zhao Qiao’Er would instantly recoil.

But now, she only felt a ticklish sensation. She couldn’t stop herself from swaying her large bottom, writhing restlessly on Lu Yuan’s lap, feeling the urge to cry out.

After seeing the Jinyi Guards out, the Maid named Xiaocui’Er headed back toward the reception hall.

’The madam and the young master are still in the reception hall. What if they need someone to run an errand?’

’There should at least be one Maid nearby!’

As Xiaocui’Er reached the entrance to the reception hall, she saw her mistress tangled up with the young master.

Zhao Qiao’Er had her back to the door and couldn’t see the Maid outside.

Lu Yuan, however, saw the Maid at the door and waved a hand, signaling to her.

Blushing beet-red, Xiaocui’Er took the hint and slowly closed the door.

The creak of the wooden door was quiet, but clearly audible.

The unexpected sound from behind made the deeply immersed Zhao Qiao’Er let out a little "Oh?" and she started to turn her head to see what it was.

Lu Yuan pressed his right hand on Aunt Zhao’s head. "Don’t turn around. There’s no one there."

"I’ll listen to my sweet darling!" Zhao Qiao’Er cooed.

’If my sweet darling doesn’t want me to look, then I won’t. Who cares if someone’s there? We’re about to get down to business anyway.’

A short while later, Lu Yuan spoke. "Aunt Zhao, get on the table. I want to see your asshole!"

Zhao Qiao’Er was perfectly obedient. She did exactly as Lu Yuan asked, revealing a glistening crevice.

Lu Yuan spread her cheeks with his hands, examining her closely. Every so often, he’d give her a slap, producing a sharp, crisp sound.

"Not bad. Very plump... and healthy. No hemorrhoids," Lu Yuan commented, still spreading her open and admiring the view.

’Whether by taste or by touch, she’s top-notch!’

Zhao Qiao’Er couldn’t see what Lu Yuan was doing. "My sweet darling, are you done looking? It’s cold..."

Before Zhao Qiao’Er could finish, she felt her tightly-closed ’city gates’ being breached as a powerful ’soldier’ kicked his way in.

The ’gatehouse’ itself was nearly kicked over!

Zhao Qiao’Er felt a strange sensation. ’This has never happened before, has it?’

"Ah? My sweet darling, did you go in the right ’door’?" Zhao Qiao’Er cried out in confusion.

’This... I think this is the first time he’s ever come in this way.’

Lu Yuan didn’t stop moving. Gripping Zhao Qiao’Er, he said, "Don’t you worry about that, Aunt Zhao! A door is a door!"

"Alright... You know I spoil my dear nephew the most," Zhao Qiao’Er said, her voice weak.

Supporting herself on the table was a struggle for Zhao Qiao’Er. With a frame as large as hers, it naturally took more strength to hold herself up.

Waves of a tearing sensation made Zhao Qiao’Er press her lips together and bite down hard on her molars. She didn’t dare cry out, afraid that the exertion would only make the tearing worse.

Lu Yuan really showed no pity for Zhao Qiao’Er.

It was precisely because of her heavy, solid build that she always received Lu Yuan’s exclusive attention.

Why was Lu Yuan always so forceful with her? Was he worried it would be like ’a chopstick in a wide-mouthed vat,’ afraid she wouldn’t be able to feel anything otherwise?

They were at it for over an hour.

Zhao Qiao’Er could neither stand nor sit, and she certainly couldn’t walk around.

After she had rested a while longer, Lu Yuan helped the unsteady Zhao Qiao’Er walk slowly toward the rear courtyard, where everyone else was still gathered.